MeS'up, my name's Rachel, I'm a twenty-twothreefour!FIVE (ugh how did I get so old) six HELLO LATE TWENTIES year old medical student DOCTOR, YO. You may offer me your congratulations on having reached this, the highest pinnacle of nerditude. My defining characteristics are a disgusting love of pink (it's stealth ninja, okay - I have a theory. A long one) and a fear of falling down stairs. Don't run with scissors, guys. Otherwise, I write fanfic.

My policy from hereon in is friending anyone who comments on THIS HERE POST. While I read my entire flist most every day - look mom, no filters! - I am an indifferent commenter. I also fail at keeping up with who's friended me, despite multiple alerts. That's what happens when you read your email at one am after hours of refreshing assays into the fascinating world of microbiology. Comment here to be added! Or don't! I'm easy. I have pink tights.

not sure you'd want to Friend me because all I do in my journal is squeesquee about HP but I want to friend you because of the interesting and the levels of hate directed at poor little books and the talk of bandom which Idunevenknow. Bandom, what? Like asking me about the carburator or the thingy thinger on the car VROOM VROOM.

I friended you because I read half of one of your fics and LOVED IT but then said NO I WILL NOT READ THE REST because I heard the words "suicide" and "dismal" and "woe." but I'd LOVED the first half with like with serious amounts of love, so disregarded the kind advice of a random passerby and read to the end, disliked the ending with the intensity of a very intense thing and will in the future read all of your fics but avoid the endings and just make up my own, which will suck but in a NOT RIP THE HEART OUT kind of way. If I can. Sometimes my curious streak gets the better of me and then mayhem and DOOM and CRASH of the fanfic on the meta-fic ending tree. all sorts of badstuff.hi.